Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
UT,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.